I wouldn’t say I threw you under the bus. You’ve been walking blindly down the middle of a busy street, getting repeatedly slammed by bus after bus, and I’m on the side of the road shouting at you, “hey, those things that keep hitting you are busses! If you want to stop getting hit by busses you need to do something about that!” And instead of acknowledging that you need help, you keep shouting back, “don’t tell me what to do!”Just one of those comebacks that didn’t occur to me until long after the moment had passed. But I liked it enough I wanted to share without context.
Enjoying a text is not the same thing as endorsing the worldview of its author, or even endorsing the views represented by the text.
Just because I love Troll 2, that doesn’t mean I agree with its director that it set the precedent for films like The Lord of the Rings. I love Troll 2 because of how awful the filmmaking was.
My love for Troll 2 is not dissimilar from my love for Paula Dean. I love Paula Deen like I love holiday sweaters and folk art festivals. I love Paula Deen like I love locally filmed TV ads for used cars. I love Paula Deen like I love it when old racists verbally give themselves enough rope to hang themselves.
So yes, I will be on the edge of my seat, waiting for the next moment to pounce on something she says, and to memorialize it forever, probably as a Blingy.